Like leaves that aimlessly go
Directed by the wiles of the wind
Following as fate would show
No principles to rescue
Victims of the world each hour
Playing passive roles day by day
The daring of youth's flower
Triviality keeps them away
Senses muted to keep secure
Emotions of goodness hidden
Individuality an allure
Where apathy is group ridden
Walk to the goals desired
Percevere trials and tears
Victories to be acquired
Benevelent soul for many years